sunvalleylaw
Yep.
. . . fade away. Or do they? Just finished visiting my mother-in-law in the home. She has been declining from blood supply related dementia (like alzheimer's) and she is to the point of refusing all food and water. The staff and hospice could not even get her to suck the water swabs they have on a stick to wet their lips and allow them to ingest just a little water. Before she moved into assisted living, she stayed with us for nearly 4 years. Watching her decline from a very articulate psychiatrist that loved jazz, wine and good food and conversation to someone suffering from that disease and that could not call names to mind nor find her purse, nor remember how to eat has been a bit tough. My wife is away on a trip, and it just so happens that it appears now is the time that the end is near. So I was there with her today.
Learning this song, and playing it late at night seemed to help me process things during that time.
But today, as I visited, she came from a stupor to wanting to try to get up, and wanting to go out and sit outside and enjoy the warmth and the breeze. She always has liked to be outside, as the numerous skin lesions from years of being out in the sun without sunscreen can attest.
Once we got her outside, she seemed to come further out of her stupor and obviously recognized me and smiled at me and tried to say thanks I think. We sat for a while, and I talked to her and she laughed at funny faces. She always has liked making funny faces. So maybe, though she cannot communicate anymore, hearts and thoughts reside within. She also vigorously sucked the water swabs and accepted a little water. I told her her daughter (my wife) was flying home early and would be here tomorrow.
As she was waking up, I strummed some on my guitalele I had brought to strum some chords for her and to keep myself calmed down. But it was not the above song that felt right, but this one. Might seem trite, but it is what felt right.
Not really sure why I felt like sharing this on a guitar forum. Take it for what it is. Not so much a mojo request as a journal entry and memory.
Learning this song, and playing it late at night seemed to help me process things during that time.
But today, as I visited, she came from a stupor to wanting to try to get up, and wanting to go out and sit outside and enjoy the warmth and the breeze. She always has liked to be outside, as the numerous skin lesions from years of being out in the sun without sunscreen can attest.
Once we got her outside, she seemed to come further out of her stupor and obviously recognized me and smiled at me and tried to say thanks I think. We sat for a while, and I talked to her and she laughed at funny faces. She always has liked making funny faces. So maybe, though she cannot communicate anymore, hearts and thoughts reside within. She also vigorously sucked the water swabs and accepted a little water. I told her her daughter (my wife) was flying home early and would be here tomorrow.
As she was waking up, I strummed some on my guitalele I had brought to strum some chords for her and to keep myself calmed down. But it was not the above song that felt right, but this one. Might seem trite, but it is what felt right.
Not really sure why I felt like sharing this on a guitar forum. Take it for what it is. Not so much a mojo request as a journal entry and memory.
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